A long, endless night, out of season, out of time. A tedious labor that is both pride and curse. Kilometers of tunnels. Darkness. Blackened men.

 One woman.

 Patrizia, the only female miner in Italy, enters a dialogue with her dead father, an unburied memory. The last 150 miners are ready to fight a war against the “upper” world to prevent the already imminent closure of the mine.
 Dal Profondo, shot 500 meters below sea level, is a voice from the depths, a  prayer that is dedicated to the dead, yet demands to be heard by the living: “De profundis, clamavi ad te, O Domine”